Bad Bishop: A Dark Mafia Romance (Society of Villains Book 1) - Chapter 33

Chapter 33 I always thought a bullet would finish me off. But in the end, it was my wife that turned out to be my demise. She didn't even do anything special. Nibbled on a slice of pizza while sitting in my lap, dangling her feet in the air, reminding me of our diabolical height difference. The pizza place was packed with late-night clubbers. All my blood was concentrated in my cock. And all my cock wanted was to be buried inside my wife's pussy. Not her ass. Not her mouth. Pussy. I wanted my old life back. Where sex was something I approached on my terms. Recreationally. Sparsely.

And as a form of punishment to others as well as myself. All this Jane Austen yearning, frayed desperation bullshit made my skin crawl. "I need to pee." My wife hopped off my lap on the stool I was occupying. I stood up and followed as she wove through the crowd. No way was I letting her out of my sight. It was jarring to care about a stranger. I spent the majority of my adult life either killing people or screwing escorts. No part of me found humans a sacred species. Something worth preserving, let alone protecting. But somewhere along the way I stopped seeing Lila as a human.

She was just Lila. And the thought of some dipshite's filthy hands touching those dozen shades of golden hair-sunlight, sand, flax, and daffodil-made me... What, arsehole? You gonna try being a good husband now? Write her poems? Fuck her next to candles and roses? Of course not. I wouldn't let roses anywhere near her. She hated them. What was this, amateur hour? Lila stumbled over her own feet walking the straight line from our seat to the jacks. The sleep deprivation was taking its toll. "Are you going to stand on guard?" Lila gave me an incredulous look.

"I'm coming in with you." Lila rose on her toes, putting her hand on my cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me." She reached up and kissed my eye patch, and I hoped what I was feeling was a fatal heart attack and not fucking flutters. "From now on, I promise to take care of you, as well." She walked inside, locking the door behind her. I fished my phone out and texted Tierney. Tiernan: Do you still have those sleeping pills? I need to crush them into Lila's drink. Tierney: Aw, are we getting rid of her? I kinda got attached. Tiernan: I'm not offing her, you eejit. She needs to sleep.

Tierney: SHE'S PREGNANT, Tiernan. You can't just give her shit. Tiernan: She'll drop dead at this rate. Tierney: Is this concern I read between the lines, brother? Tiernan: She is my Camorra warranty. Tierney: Admit that you like her, and I'll give you a solution to her sleeping problem. Tiernan: I don't negotiate with terrorists. Tierney: To negotiate I'd have to budge from my demands. I'll do no such thing. I heard the toilet flush on the other side of the door. I didn't have time. Tiernan: Fine. I don't want her dead. Happy? Tierney: Elated.